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Woody’s Gaydar Diary

Dear Diary,

Today was a day like any other, the barracks buzzing with the usual clamor of boots on linoleum and laughter bouncing off the walls. But beneath this routine, my heart is a storm. I can’t shake this feeling, this constant questioning that has latched onto me like a stubborn shadow.

https://www.quora.com/What-happens-to-tattoos-when-you-gain-muscleI’ve always been the jokester in my unit. Woody, the guy with a couple of tattoos and a muscled build that draws more attention than I’d like to admit. But lately, I’ve found my gaze lingering longer on certain guys faces. There’s Alex, with his tousled dark hair and infectious laugh. I swear, when he smiles, it’s like the sun breaks through the heavy clouds of military life.

Gaydar

It’s funny, this quote unquote “gaydar” I’ve heard so much about. I never thought I’d be using it myself. Yet here I am, tuning into the feelings of our friendship. A flick of an eyebrow, the way he lingers a moment too long when our eyes meet, the subtle brush of our shoulders during drills. Each interaction feels charged, electric, and I can’t tell if it’s my imagination running wild or something real.

I want to talk to Alex, to unravel the layers of confusion, but the fear of judgment looms like a dark cloud. The military base is a world of bravado, a code of silence where vulnerability is a weakness. But this feeling, this burgeoning understanding of who I might be, is a strength I can no longer ignore.

Maybe one day I’ll muster the courage to say something anything —to him. Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll find a way to live with the questions in the strength of my own heart.

—Woody